Showing posts with label East Anglia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label East Anglia. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Our bucket and spade anniversary

 
 

The Curate and I celebrate our wedding anniversary today – it is our plastic bucket anniversary.  We will make sandcastles on the beach together later on today, watched only by the curious seals and the little terns circling above us in the sky.
Carefully chosen gifts to mark our wedding anniversary.

Friday, 13 July 2012

Postcards from a Broad


The weather forecasters tell us of rain and flooding across the UK and we have had dramatic changes from rain that bounces off the ground to sun bathing warmth to winter north winds. (All of this in one day!) The weather has not stopped us swimming in the sea or exploring the Norfolk countryside.
 
We have visited churches with thatched roofs and flint porches. We have climbed church towers and surveyed the flat lands and the dramatic weather changes.

We have stood on the sand dune that protects our cottage from the North Sea and watched sunsets silhouetting the distant lighthouse. We have seen the sea change to pink as the churning evening tide froths and foams in the dimming light.
In the mornings, we have placed the first footprints on the washed sands and found the treasures left by the turning tide. We have run on the golden white beaches and swum in the grey blue sea – often observed by a curious seal. She lifts her head above the waves to see who is making all the noise.
The Curate and I feel very comfortable and at home in East Anglia. We love the wide, ever changing skies and flat lands with their ancient broads cutting into the landscape and fields that seem to stretch to the edge of the world, and horizons broken by church towers and towering poplar trees rising up into the skies .The contrast to Dartmoor is refreshing and energising.

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Is this where I really belong?

 It's half term and we have braved the freezing weather to travel across to the East side of the UK. This is where I grew up, went to school and university, met the Curate and got married. The red brick houses with their red tiled roofs look familiar. The wide open skies and the flat muddy stretched fields are part of me.


  I woke this morning, in the cottagey bedroom where we are stayingand opened the curtains to see the surrounding countryside blanketed in snow. I was whisked back to the time when we stayed with my grandparents in North Essex and I had woken to see the world covered in snow. I must have been about 3 or 4 and today, I experienced that same feeling of awe, excitement....joy! How wonderful to experience that again. - Am I really an Essex girl?